RIPPLES



			Sometimes		I

		gaze		into		  the

		   swirling	   water	    blurring

		  my		vision		desiring

	      in	  thoughtful	   hesitation

	  to          reach		out

	    for		   the		   glint

		of	      light		not

		  knowing	   whether	    it

		      be	       priceless	treasure

		   or		cutting		    shards
		
			   of		   glass



					By Peter Engdahl